The Good Doctor 38
It’s Sunday night and for Jase that means British comedies.
Don’t ask me how a six year old gets hooked on Mollie
Sugden it just happens. Personally I’m a Judi Dench fan
but Jase likes his humor a little more slapstick. Pete is lying
there with him and even managing to look interested as Jase
explains the plot to him of “Are You Being Served”.
Since the program is on six times over a weekend in our area
Jase is at the point where he’s seen these episodes so
many times that he can speak the lines along with the actors.
At nine o’clock they both get up
and Jase runs over and throws himself at me on the sofa.
Pete stands and stretches
and his sweatshirt rides up revealing his hard abs and his
faded jeans reveal his lack of underwear. I ignore that for
the moment and wrap my arms around Jase and roll over onto
my side with him shrieking in my arms.
“So grandma didn’t beat ya
or anything while we were gone?”
He shook his head no. “Grandma
“She didn’t try to cook you
I kiss his nose. “Sometimes she
gets carried away.”
He fought a yawn and rested the side
of his head on my arm. I rolled off of the sofa with Jase
in my arms signaling Pete
with my eyes and we head for Jase’s bedroom.
“I don’t wanna go to bed,
He yawns and says, “I’m not
tired. I wanna watch tv.”
Five minutes later a pajama clad little
boy is lying in between Alan’s giant emerald green paws and fading fast. Pete
and I both kiss him and ease out of the room walk back into
the living room and lie down on the sofa. We’re lying
on our sides with our legs intertwined, our crotches pressed
together and our lips just inches apart.
I run my tongue lightly over Pete’s lips and then ask
him, “So what were you guys talking about?”
He gets an odd look on his face. “We
were talking about what he wanted to be when he grows up.”
I smile and kiss his chin. “Still
with the doctor thing?”
“He talks about it.” Pete gets this defensive
look on his face. “Honest, Eric, I didn’t try and
talk him into this. Anyway he’s only six.”
I snuggle even closer to him and I can
feel myself getting hard. “Well he’s gotta be
something might as well be a doctor.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I’m
pushing it.” God those eyes are blue!
I grin at him. “You really think that I’d be upset
if he turned out like you? Besides you can’t begin to
imagine how thrilled my mother would be.”
I move my hand down to his rock hard
ass and hold him in place while I push my crotch even harder
into his. “You think
that your dad would be willing to do the pony thing again?”
I see the flash of bad memories cross
his face for a second. “Sure
he’d love to. How come?”
“You think your dad would be willing
to talk to a six year old about being a doctor, you know
kinda encourage him?”
Pete was beginning to grin broadly. “He
sure as hell would in this case!”
I shove my arm under him so that I can
wrap my arms around him. His knee is between my legs and
he presses it up slightly
so that it’s in firm contact with my balls. I kiss him
and press my tongue into his mouth for a moment.
I whisper into his mouth. “I promise not to freak out
this time. But, Pete, the other thing is that if he changes
his mind and he may, we gotta not give him any grief over it.
It’s gotta be what he wants.”
He looked deep into my eyes and said, “I’d
die before I let anything hurt him.”
Changing the mood I sat up and said, “Let’s
take a shower.”
He gave me a quizzical look.
I climbed over him and taking his hand
pulled him up. “Follow
me my little sex machine.” The bulge in those faded Levi’s
had grown to dramatic proportions.
He was rolling his eyes and feigning reluctance but he let
me pull him to the bedroom where his dick almost put my eye
out when I peeled those jeans down.
I turned him towards the bathroom and
pushed, which by the way is like me pushing against a mountain
like almost a foot taller and fifty pounds heavier than me.
“Go in and turn on the shower and I’ll
be there in a minute.”
He gave me one of those “What the fuck is he doing now?” looks
but he went in and got into the shower while I stripped down
quickly and pulled the infamous transparent bathing suit out
of my top drawer got it wet in the bathroom sink and pulled
in on. Well, it wasn’t really transparent but now that
I looked at it I could see what he was saying. It was almost
like a photographic negative where stuff was highlighted that
normally wouldn’t be, but still……was it that
big of a deal?
I got into the shower with him and said, “This
is what you were so upset about?”
He looked me up and down and grinned. “Eric, you don’t
“Well I see it a little, I was just looking in the mirror
and stuff kinda gets highlighted but geez it’s not like
I’m naked or anything.”
He gave me a look and then said, “Wait a minute.” He
jumped out of the shower and a second later came back with
a round shaving mirror.
“Stand under the shower and get that wet.” He
stood there with the mirror facing me.
“Holy shit!” It wasn’t that the suit just
needed to be wet it needed to be drenched. Damn! I’d
wanna fuck me too! Somehow this was even worse than transparent!
What’s more, nobody could wear this without looking like
they wanted to get fucked because from behind it was even worse.
No wonder all those guys at the gym were always watching.”
Pete was standing there with a hardon and a smug look, both
of which I liked.
I looked up at him and said, “Okay! Don’t
look so smug. You win.”
He dashed out and put the mirror away but was back in seconds.
He looked me up and down.
He bent his head down and growled darkly
in my ear. “Face
the wall!” Oh my!
I put my hands on the tile wall and spread my legs a little
but he pulled my hands even higher and held both of my wrists
in one hand. He used his other hand to move the back of the
skimpy bathing suit down just under my butt so that my cock
and balls were still in the suit and the back of the waist
band was under my butt.
He whispered in my ear again. “You really have been
a bad boy the last few days haven’t you?”
I mumbled, “Yes.” Actually
I had worked really hard at it. I thought about how big his
hands were and pushed
my butt back a little. My cock felt like it was gonna go off
like a hydrogen bomb. This was gonna be great and quick!
His hands gripped my wrist more tightly as his other hand
came down on my ass.
Whack! “Unnngg!” Oh fuck!
I shot into my bathing suit.
Whack! “Unnngg!” Oh fuck!
Whack! “Unnngg!” Oh fuck!
When he stopped he said, “Don’t move.” Actually
I couldn’t with my hands being held.
He grabbed a bar of soap and used the
lather to lube my ass. He moved the back of the suit a little
further down and began
to slowly push his cock into me. My cock, which had exploded
after the first whack was still hard and was now throbbing
again but I couldn’t get to it because he had my hands.
When he was half way in he began to withdraw
and I wanted to scream, “Don’t stop” but it wouldn’t
have matter because it was only a moment and he was pushing
back into me.
He was steadily fucking me and it felt
fucking unbelievable but I begged him, “Pete, my cock! Just lemme get to my
cock!” My cock was still trapped in my suit, which it
was straining against and that only made it worse.
He growled, “You’re not gonna cum yet!” I
didn’t mention that that bridge had already been crossed
and that I was working on the second one.
He bit the back of my neck and held it.
It didn’t really
hurt but it sent shivers up and down my spine as slammed into
me and then slowly dragged that big dick back almost all the
way out before repeating the process. His cock is so thick
that it’s pretty meaningless whether or not he’s
aiming for my prostate cause it gets battered anyway and it
was beginning to look like his declaration that I wasn’t
gonna cum might end up being academic because I was beginning
to feel the very beginnings of familiar stirrings.
He beat me to it and after three more hard slams I felt his
cock expand and then beginning to jerk rhythmically. I was
just short of getting off again myself and this halt left me
“What are you doing?”
“What about me?”
“I’m not done with you!”
He pushed me towards the bathroom wall
and said, “Spread
I leaned forward against the tile wall as he stripped off
the bathing suit and dried me with a towel.
He looked in the suit. “You came,
ya little fuck!”
I smiled. “It wasn’t something that I had any
control over! Can’t blame me for that.”
He smiled and bent forward and kissed
me. “I guess not.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to our bed. I climbed on and
lay on my back while he crawled between my legs and kneeled
there sitting back on his feet.
While sex in the shower was about domination sex in the bedroom
was all about love.
He bent forward and kissed me and never broke that kiss while
he pulled me up onto his lap as he stayed kneeling. With my
chest tight to his he brought his now hard dick to my ass and
put just the head in while he wrapped me tightly in his arms
and kissed me. He squirted some lube onto his stomach where
my hard dick was pressed and then began to slowly thrust his
cock up into me.
The only time he broke this kiss was
to whisper the simple, “I
I tried to tell him that I loved him
too but he covered my mouth with his again and then just
I know, Baby, I know. Everything’s fine. I love you.”
And then it just got hypnotic and it
felt like I was floating and my only reality was the steady
gentle thrusting of his
cock, the movement of my cock against his stomach and Pete
gently murmuring, “I love you.”
It was like I could feel my orgasm coming
from a hundred miles away and I just pressed my face to Pete’s
shoulder hung onto him and waited for it to hit. When it
me I shuddered and could feel the warm wetness between our
bodies and then I remember him laying me gently back on the
bed and disappearing for a moment and then coming back with
a warm wet cloth and cleaning me before he slid in behind me
with his knee between my legs and his broad upper torso engulfing
me. I slept deeply, burrowed in the secure warmth of him.
The next morning Pete was up before me so that he could stop
by and see his patients in the hospital before he went in to
the clinic. I was standing brushing my teeth when he came in
wearing his boxer briefs and a tee shirt with a dress shirt
already pulled onto one arm.
He looked at me in the mirror and smiled before kissing me
behind my ear as his hand on my stomach pulled me back against
him. He pushed his other arm into a shirtsleeve and pulled
his shirt up and straightened it.
“Jase just put your toast down.” He ran his hand
into the back of my boxers and rubbed my butt gently. He looked
at me in the mirror. “Not sore is it?” Fuck! His
touching me like that felt so erotic I could have cum just
from that. But he touches me all the time so why is this different?
I started to speak and then realized that the toothbrush and
foam made that dumb. I spit and rinsed and was weirdly aware
of Pete looking at my butt, which, since he sees it every day
and fucks it every day, was weird.
I turned around and put my hands on his waist and lifted my
head to kiss him.
“I’m good.” I smiled at him. “Believe
me it would take more than three whacks to make me sore.” What
the hell had changed?
Pete bent his head and rested his chin
on my shoulder and then wrapping his arms around me rocked
me gently. He pulled
back and smiled at me with an “I don’t wanna go” look
on his face and then pushed me gently against the wall as he
kissed me intensely. When he broke the kiss he sighed and said, “God,
I just wanna stay with you today!”
I laid my forehead on his chest and laughed. “If you
stay we’re gonna have to get a pump in here to deal with
the cum.” I kissed again. “Go. Make somebody well.”
Jase was waiting faithfully at the table playing with my toast.
“Dad, where ya been? Your toast
is all cold and yukky!”
I pulled him onto my lap. “The trick with cold yukky
toast is not to put butter on it, just jam cause the butter
won’t melt but the jam tastes great.”
“How cold are the eggs?”
“Nuke those will ya?”
“How long?” He climbed down
off of my lap and took the plate of eggs over to the microwave.
“Hit the button and count to five.” He
used his fingers to count.
He brought the plate back and put it in front of me.
“Those okay, Dad.”
“Yummy!” I pulled him back
up onto my lap.
“You’ll eat anything.”
“Pretty much.” I ate a huge
hunk of toast with blackberry jam and took a swig of coffee.
I gave him a blackberry accentuated kiss on the side of his
“Dad, ewwww! I’m gonna be
I licked it off.
“Now I got spit on my neck!”
“Someday you’ll think that that’s
a great idea.”
“That’s disgusting! Who’d
want spit on their neck?”
I wrapped him tightly in my arms and
whispered in his ear, “Depends
on how it got there.”
I parked my car near the loading docks of the warehouse and
talked to the guys about finishing the inventory before I headed
up to my office. They all had weird smiles on their faces that
I pretty much chalked up to insanity until I got to the offices.
Jane and Ellen were both looking at me
with small knowing smiles. What the fuck was that about?
When I walked into my
office I understood. There was a huge floral display sitting
on my desk. I didn’t have to look at the note but I did. “XXXXXX,
The four and half percent of me that was still bi wished it
had been a gun rack for an imaginary pickup truck but the rest
of me was thrilled if confused.
Why did he do this? I was a great fuck but was I this good?
Is he taking drugs?
I was meeting Rose for lunch but the
questions lingered. We met at the usual greasy spoon where
Rose had already intimidated
everyone and we didn’t have to break anyone in.
“My friend Maddie told me how you single handedly destroyed
the medical conference.” She was wearing a dark blue
silk suit that looked like a Joan Crawford hand me down.
“I didn’t ruin anything,
Rose! Nobody even knew that I was there! Anyway, who the
fuck is Maddie? I thought
all your friends had died.”
‘There are a couple lingering,
Eric! Maddie is Maddie Schwartzenberg and her hubby is a
dermatologist. They were
sitting two tables over when you had your little punch out.”
“First of all, Rose I didn’t punch anyone, although,
if anyone ever deserved it it was that slut Patti! She’s
been hitting on Pete for years! And she said some terrible
things to me.”
Rose took a sip of coffee leaving a huge
crescent moon shaped lipstick stain on the cup. “She
was also on the patio when you walked out there naked.”
“I was not naked! Shit! Hasn’t anyone ever heard
of a Speedo? They’re Australian and swimmers all over
the world wear em. Maybe the last time you went swimming they
wore canvas suits but times have changed! Besides, nobody was
paying any attention.”
“I heard that you were having an
affair with the waiter and that he was hanging all over you
giving you big puppy eyes.”
“Not true! The only guy in my life is Pete.” I
leaned forward. “The crazy thing is…………well………….it’s
like it’s moving to a whole new level. Is that supposed
Rose leaned forward and put her elbows
on the table. “So
what kinda level we talking here?”
“Well it’s like we just never stop touching and
then there’s this whole “I love you” thing.
He says it all the time! And my God the sex! It’s like
fucking constant! You know it’s like he just wants to
make love to me and protect me. Weird.”
“I can see why Patti wanted to
slap the shit outta you!”